Turning north and leaving the road, you ride for a few hours over the open plain. Eventually, in the distance you spot the copse of trees the old man mentioned. Its a stand of evergreens, surprisingly thick given how rare trees are on the steppe. Above them you can see a fair number of black birds circling in the sky, either crows or ravens. When you are still about a hundred meters out, Scathach pulls her horse to a stop.
"I don't think we'll be able to go in on horseback, the branches look too thick. We going quiet, or just walking in?"
"I don't think we'll be able to go in on horseback, the branches look too thick. We going quiet, or just walking in?"